Shen Ningning abruptly threw on her clothes and sat up. Jiang Zhi carried a lantern to light the way for her.
A slanting rain fell amid the mountain wind, carrying a chill through the air.
When Shen Ningning rushed to Mo Lingwei's meditation chamber, the room was brightly lit. The Emperor and several ministers were keeping watch inside.
The Emperor had just had the two accompanying Imperial Physicians examine him, but Mo Lingwei's cold affliction was an old malady, and they were at a loss.
As soon as Shen Ningning arrived, the crowd quickly parted to either side.
The Emperor said anxiously, "Ningning, quickly, come see what's wrong with Ling Wei! It hasn't relapsed in so long. Why has this illness struck again!"
Shen Ningning stepped forward for a look. Frost clung to Mo Lingwei's eyebrows and lashes, his face was deathly pale, and his entire body was ice-cold.
